I’ve been having a bit of a wild week. I’ve had several panic attacks, the worst I’ve ever had, and also had a new experience with paralysing anxiety. I’ve never had that before! It was wild! I literally couldn’t move because my anxiety was through the roof. However, ten minutes later after I recovered, I was dancing around my bedroom to Altered Images. I’ve said it once, and I’ll say it again: borderline personality disorder is a fucking rollercoaster. A rollercoaster of fun!
What an excellent title for a Harry Potter book. I’m unsure whether to use the Oxford comma. I’m gonna stick with no. Fuck the police!
Yes, so. It’s Edinburgh Fringe season, what a time to be alive! You’re probably wondering what yer gurl Judy is up to, why hasn’t she told us yet? WHY CAN’T I FIND HER?! That’s because this year I decided to have a year off, not do any shows and just relax. You know, just go through, see some shows, get drunk, shout at the Men With Coconuts in the street. Living the dream.
Turns out, I ended up doing 10 shows with The Cutting Room. And I loved it.
It’s been a while since I’ve updated you on what’s going on in the FC world. The main reason for that is: I’m tired. I’m fucking exhausted. I needed a break. A big ole break from everything. No writing, no acting, nothing.
How did it make me feel?
So you know how I’m a bit of a disaster? A hurricane of emotion. A whirlwind of despair. A typhoon of ecstasy. A tornado of metaphors. I went to therapy to sort my shit out. It popped up on my On This Day thingy that it was a year ago that I had my first session. (I mean, it popped up a few days ago, but I’ve been busy. But let’s just pretend I am writing this exactly one year on. For dramatic effect.) Let’s see how this changed my life.
So aye, I’ve been super quiet recently and for this I apologise. I know you all missed me, and I missed you too. BUT HERE I AM, BETTER THAN EVER WITH, LIKE, HUNNERZ TO SAY, AND HUNNERZ OF IDEAS.